A Prayer

God,
You said You'll bind up the broken-hearted.
But what about the addicted, God?
What about the defeated?
The broken? The hopeless?
The rejected?
God, You said You'd be a Father to the fatherless.
But what about the motherless, God?
Do You hear them even when they don't call?
Do You care even though they could care less?
Have You given up on them, God?
Please don't.

It's Not You; It's Me

So, this is basically just a poem. Like every piece of literature, it has a story, which you can probably piece together by reading it. I hope you enjoy reading it!

So many people say,
"It's me, not you."
But with us it's really true.
You see, you've been a perfect gentleman,
Respected every wish and whim.
All in all, you've been more
Than I could ever ask for.
You've restored my hope in princes and dreams,
And even if ours doesn't involve you and me,
At least we have what we used to be,
And I can say in all honesty:
"It's not you; it's me."
You've been a prince;
I felt like a queen.
I know you really care about me.
You said you want to know me more,
But I'm not ready for what's behind that door.
So I hope this isn't goodbye.
I hope you know this makes my heart feel like
A stone thrown into a well and
Drowning alone without you.
I'm afraid this is easier for you.
I'm afraid your heart's not breaking
In two or three or four like mine.
I'm afraid you'll move on and be fine.
I'm afraid you'll find...
Someone else
Better.
But if it's for your best,
Then there's nothing else left to say,
But I hope you'll see:
"It's not you; it's me."

Someone

I wrote this poem after leaving a church program by myself last Christmas season and seeing all the couples walking to their vehicles together.

I want someone to
Hold my hand
As I walk through the snow;
Someone to whisper into
My ear
As we huddle in the back row;
Someone to talk to when
I'm lonely
Or just want somebody to know;
Someone to tell me that
I'm beautiful
And mean it from his soul;
But tonight
I walk through the snow
Alone.

Take It All Away

So I wrote this quite a while ago, and I cannot remember the rest of the words or seem to findthem anywhere, but this is the little I remember. These words come into my mind every so often and I pray them as an attempt to give God all of me to use for His glory. I don't always mean them as much as I should, but it is my heart's cry to be able to say them with all sincerity to the Lord.

Take it all away,
If that is what it takes,
To show me that only You can save me:
Only You in Your glory,
Only You in Your majesty;
How can You see me as holy?
Only by Your mercy.

Beauty Fall

There is a song by the band Re:zound called "Beautiful," but the way he sings it sounds a little like he is saying, "Beauty fall." That is where this idea came from. I hope you enjoy it... :)


chorus
Beauty fall
Fall on me
You're beautiful
Transform me
Into a reflection of Your majesty
Beauty fall
Fall on me

verse 1
Wash over me
Like a/Your soothing rain
Sing over me
Your sweet/beautiful refrain

verse 2
Crash over me
Like a tidal wave
Rescue me
Because only You/You alone can save

Bits & Pieces

Once again, this is a poem/song. I started writing it after visiting my grandparents and thinking about how much you are influenced by those around you: physically by your genealogy, and generally by everyone you come in contact with. When you think about it, you are really bits and pieces of everyone you've ever met, talked to, rejected, ignored, or loved.


verse 1
Bits of you
Make up pieces of me
The words that you speak, the air that you breathe

verse 2
Bits of you
Make up pieces of me
The way you've filled my heart with (your) memories

chorus
You came into my life
And made me who I am
You set my world on fire
And now I'm still aflame
You changed (me)
And made me--into
Bits and pieces of you

verse 3
Bits of you
Make up pieces of me
You taught me how to fly and gave me wings

verse 4
Bits of you
Make up pieces of me
You showed me your heart and taught mine to beat

bridge
Can you see the pieces of you in me?
Each fragmented dream/heart and memories
Tied together with my life
Whether good or bad
Each step, each piece, each memory
Has made me who I am


Thanks for being a piece of my life. :)
live&love,
Elizabeth

All I Can Do

While this is currently in poem form, my dream is for it to eventually become a song, if I have the time and acquire the talent to make it so. I wrote this in the summer of 2008 and, basically, the theme is the awe of God: just standing in His presence, soaking in His holiness, and worshiping at His feet.

verse 1
I turn my face to You,
The faceless One.
Your glory covers You,
More than the power of the sun.

verse 2
I lift my voice to You,
My Creator, Savior, King.
I marvel that You sing over me,
You, the One who made everything.

chorus
And all I can do,
All I can do
Is stand in awe of You, Jesus.
All I can do,
All I can do
Is worship you now.
I'm in awe by Your holiness.
All I want to feel is Your presence.
I know you gave up all Your splendor
To become my holy Savior.
So all I can do,
All I can do
Is stand in awe of You.

bridge
I don't deserve Your acceptance.
Your love for me is so unexplainable.
I know my life was broken.
You tore my heart open
And poured You burning blood in.
Now my life is Yours.
I can't even comprehend it...

Johnny Depp and Prayer

I originally wrote this as a devotional speech for my speech class. I hope it encourages and challenges you!

Why is prayer important? God is omniscient, which means He knows everything, including our thoughts. Then why do we need to talk to Him? I’m going to use an illustration that hopefully will help answer that question.

You probably all have heard of Johnny Depp. For the sake of this story, let’s say I really, really like Johnny Depp, so I want to get to know him. I research online on every fansite to find out everything about him, from his favorite color to his favorite pair of sock to his favorite fast food restaurant. Now, you’re going to have to use your imagination for this next bit because I know it’s really not possible, but let’s pretend that I could even read Johnny Depp’s thoughts, and that I could know what he was doing every single second. Then I could know a lot about him: what he liked, what he disliked, who his friends were, where he liked to hang out...you get the picture. And what if Johnny Depp knew about me? What if he knew that there was someone out there named Elizabeth who knew which pair of socks were his favorite and all of his thoughts, but he never really cared about actually meeting me and talking to me. Well, we may know a lot about each other, but we wouldn’t really know each other.

While I can’t understand everything about God, and I certainly don’t want to compare myself to him, I hope you understand my point. It’s one thing to know about someone, but it’s another thing completely to have a relationship with that person. In the same way, you can know that someone—whether it be a parent, spouse, boyfriend, girlfriend, or younger sibling—loves you, but it still means the world when they say, “I love you.” God desires that relationship with us even more than another human can because He is our Creator, Father, Lover, and Savior. As 1st Thessalonians 5:17 says: “pray continually.” God created us and saved us—He kept both ends of the deal because we couldn’t—and we don’t in any way deserve to be in His presence. Yet, not only has He saved us, but He has given us the opportunity through prayer to have a direct relationship with Him. That’s why prayer is so important.

Hello

Well, this is my first posting. I don't have anything fabulous or deeply thought-provoking to write about right now, but hopefully I will soon. Please feel free to comment and offer feedback (good or bad) on anything I write! :) That's all for now.
live&love,
Elizabeth